Still, it's still vastly superior to WW 2.2 that I finished recently, and that save the first and fifth one, is increasingly bad and without any real coherence.
Oh sweet suffering C.M. Punk, you're not kidding about this one. The first book seems to have been written by a French fella very determined to prove that France suffered during WW2 and did fight, so he decided to make the Western Front in 1940 into a meat grinder with heroic Frenchmen dying by the bucketful, due to Hitler being assassinated by a bomb by Johann George Esler in November, 1939 and the German Army not being properly motivated and stuff, oh and something about a fog. This is unfortunate for a variety of reasons. First, it lends credence to the theory that Hitler was a military leader of some skill and not a political leader who inserted himself into military campaigns by the nature of his position and made a mess of things for his generals. Yes, it is possible that the German war machine would have been more careful about attacking France and may have not tried to move as fast, but the plan for attack, including the speed factor was developed by von Manstein. How much Hitler had to do with promoting this theory is a matter for debate, but still, to a layman the take away from the comic seems that without Hitler to lead them, the Germans plumb dumb got stuck and let themselves be tricked and driven back by the crafty ruthless Brits and brave French soldiers. Second strangeness, if the entire goal was to show the French were willing to fight, then why have to have Hitler die and have a weather intervention just to show this?
Anyway, after a rather confusing first volume with admittedly nice art, things get weird and I mean weird. The second volume features a largely allohistorical attack on Gibraltar by the Brandenburg Commandos, SS troops led by an evil SS-Major with glowing red eyes (no, really, his eyes literally glow like a comic book vampire under his peaked hat), regular German infantry and light mountain infantry (the ones with Edelweiss on their sleeves to show their leet status). The lead, uh, hero of the story is a dedicated young Nazi and officer of the mountain infantry who will scale the Rock and take out the Brits, but not before bonding with an ex-priest now officer of the Spanish Foreign Legion. Turns out the sturdy young Nazi (to borrow a phrase from dear old Daily Mail) is here on a secret mission to figure out which of the people involved in the assault is a British sympathizing traitor. It seems Hess - he who went crazy in OTL and flew to Britain to sign a peace treaty with them - is being all sneaky and Brit-loving in TTL as well. And our, uh, hero must uncover it. Things get crazy, everyone betrays everyone and lots of people die, oh and spoiler, the hero turns out be an utter shit for a variety of reasons, some very batshit insane.
The third volume features a triple-double-super-secret-cross as Winston Churchill struggles to get the Soviet Union on his side (they are technically still allies of the Nazis, though there is wariness there). Much spy stuff as written by a 14 year old boy who just read Le Carre results. Featuring a guest appearance by Lawrence of Arabia. He wasn't dead. He was just resting. And now is ready to help Britain against the Nazis, but not by much.
Then fit hits the shan in volume four, Sea Lion works. Yes. Only the Nazis gets bogged down at Blackpool, England. But enter the Soviet Union on Nazi side. All this was done, however, just so that Soviet sniper Zaitsev can appear in Blackpool to kill British officers, the German officer from Enemy at the Gates can appear to be on his side, but not really, and the too stupid to live evil Americans can try to kill Zaitsev and fail because they're too stupid, you see. You know you're in for some hurting when an American character in a French comic tells a non-American that he's here to win the war the American way. You just wonder, will he be killed in the most painful way possible, or the most humiliating? Or both? And will he turn on his allies and disregard civilian lives of the locals. Check, and check, and check oh and totally check.
This is where I stopped reading, because really, life is too short for terrible anti-American French fan fiction.